It’s been one heck of a weekend.
Here I am, writing this post from the Jersey Shore (no, not like that), at the end of a very long day. Is this a diary, then? What do I say?
Hello, Diary, let’s talk about some stuff.
Where should Frodo go? Faramir will not lead him to Minas Morgul and the passes above. Evil things are said about that place. In fact, Faramir offers little help at all. Whatever can Frodo do?
So…what is life worth? BIG QUESTION DAY. Frodo wants to…needs to get into Mordor. Should he fail, the world will fall, and all may die. Faramir is worried that his only option is to take the mysterious and dangerous road of Cirith Ungol. Faramir believes this will end poorly. But what are the other options? Faramir thinks that if Frodo goes by way of Cirith Ungol, he will die. The only other way in is through the Black Gate. That way, Frodo will die. Faramir could help him, and lead him through the dangers. No, for then Faramir will die. Every route is death. Which way should they go? Is there a correct choice? Does it even matter?
“I am bound,” Frodo says, “by solemn undertaking to the Council, to find a way or perish in the seeking.” Heroic. Duty-driven. Ned Stark would love it. And, as such, is failure a success? Should Frodo die in trying to destroy the ring, does he fulfill his duty? If so, then no risk is too great. He must try. He may fail, but not to try would be the true failure.
I guess Yoda might be wrong in this case. There is some try. There is do. There is always do. There is also try. There is no not trying. Even that little green man might get that.
You have to try. Otherwise it’s not worth it. It’s wrong.
No one dies today.
“‘Then what would you have me do?’”